Better Think Twice Hoodrich Pablo Juan & DrugRixh Pe$o
"Better Think Twice" by Hoodrich Pablo Juan & DrugRixh Pe$o, released in 2017, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, loyalty, and the consequences of betrayal. The lyrics emphasize the importance of caution in relationships and the harsh realities of their environment. The beat features trap elements, creating an engaging vibe. The song resonates within the hip-hop community for its raw authenticity and relatable experiences.
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
You better think twice, this ain't what you want
That pistol on my right, got the chopper in the trunk
I've been out here all my life, my momma ain't ain't raised no punk
Don't gamble with your life, nigga, this ain't what you want
You better think twice, this ain't what you want
This ain't what you want, nigga, this ain't what you want
You better think twice, this ain't what you want
This ain't what you want, nigga, this ain't what you want
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
This ain't what you thought it was
Shoot with the chopper, I nip it in the bud
Got it on me when I'm in the club
The pistol, the chopper, all of the above
Put a tres in a twenty, I'm drinking on blood
Get hit with the stick, give a fuck who you was
Fuck that nigga 'cause he really a dud
Don't do that, my nigga, you know what's up
I'm gunning them down if he running up
These pussy niggas get the bubble guts
I'm still in the trap, I'ma double up
We don't fuck with you, nigga, you ain't gotta fuck with us
Dope in my styrofoam, no Starbucks
I'm Designered down, used to wear Chucks
I'm in the foreign car with a red blood
You a street nigga, what you scared of?
You better think twice, this ain't what you want
That pistol on my right, got the chopper in the trunk
I've been out here all my life, my momma ain't ain't raised no punk
Don't gamble with your life, nigga, this ain't what you want
You better think twice, this ain't what you want
This ain't what you want, nigga, this ain't what you want
You better think twice, this ain't what you want
This ain't what you want, nigga, this ain't what you want
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
This ain't what you thought it was
Shoot with the chopper, I nip it in the bud
Got it on me when I'm in the club
The pistol, the chopper, all of the above
Put a tres in a twenty, I'm drinking on blood
Get hit with the stick, give a fuck who you was
Fuck that nigga 'cause he really a dud
Don't do that, my nigga, you know what's up
I'm gunning them down if he running up
These pussy niggas get the bubble guts
I'm still in the trap, I'ma double up
We don't fuck with you, nigga, you ain't gotta fuck with us
Dope in my styrofoam, no Starbucks
I'm Designered down, used to wear Chucks
I'm in the foreign car with a red blood
You a street nigga, what you scared of?
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